It was a few years back when I decided I needed time away from home and needed to visit some friends. I was 17 at that time and just needed a break. First I visited a friend in Krugersdorp and from there visited a friend in Fourways in Johannesburg.
Let me first explain what the premises looked like. It looked like a farm where they built houses on and it felt like you were on a safari if you go there. You have to follow a very long road before you can actually see all the houses!
So when I arrived my friend Rudi showed me to my room. On the wall there was a portrait of a man sitting with one hand on his cheek, but there were no skin on his hand. His hair looked dirty and oily, BUT THE EYES scared me! If I looked at the eyes of this man on the portrait, it felt like it was changing colours, yellow, orange, red... And watching me! So I kindly asked Rudi to please either remove this portrait from the room, or turn it so it can face the wall. The minute he turned the portrait, I felt at ease.
A few nights after that, Rudi went to bed early and I was laying on the couch watching TV. The next moment Rudi called out to me in a very serious note, asking me where I was. So, confused, I told him I was watching TV. His response was that I please get to bed immediately. I found it very strange, but nevertheless went to my room. The next minute he called me again asking me where I was, on which I replied "in bed." He then forced me to go and sleep with him in his bed. Okay, I was now really confused and didn't understand what was going on. So, as I lay down next to him, I couldn't sleep. He didn't speak to me, all was quiet. The next I know is someone running over the bed. I was freaked out and asked him what it was, his response if I felt it! When I insisted that he tell me what was going on, he said that he will tell me the following day. He went out to his 4x4 to collect a tent, which we slept in for the rest of the night.
The following morning I had to help him load the mattress onto the bakkie. Then he told me this story. They were a few friends who used to live in a house many years back. And so one of his friends were murdered in this house, in the same bed! And when Rudi moved out, they gave him the bed. So the spirit of his friend that was murdered moved wherever the bed was. Rudi took the bed to a friends that morning, only to receive a call the following week to go back and collect the bed to burn it.
I have never in my life experienced anything like that before, and now to believe in the paranormal.
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